Why can't anyone sing for joy anymore?
Where have all their voices gone?
I need to find myself again,
And I can't do that without the world's songs.
I need the music that the world creates,
But everything, everyone, is quiet.
The world has faded away,
And I'm sitting in an abyss of silence.
The heavens' orchestras have ceased playing.
The stars' choruses have stopped singing.
Everything is still.
But there, a tiny whisper, a sliver of sound.
It's as soft as a butterfly's flutter,
But as loud in the silence as a light is in the cloaking darkness.
It flies around the earth,
Touching every silent soul, every still instrument.
Everything it touches echos with the past joy it held.
Slowly the sounds become louder and louder,
Cresendo-ing into a magnificent note.
Then, slowly, the different notes begin to intertwine,
Circling arond and around each other.
The basses and cellos croon out the meloncholy lines,
And the violins and piccolos cry out the highest parts.
The drums pound out the heartbeat,
Clarinets and Horns fill in the missing pieces.
And still on and on it goes,
Each instrument adding its own part to the masterpiece.
Then the voices rise,
Each singing in its own tongue.
They slip in and out of the instruments,
And together they make the most beautiful sound known.
The world has gotten its voice back,
And I have found myself again...
...in the music.
